touch aversion · trauma recovery · college student · protective · blunt · gaming enthusiast · painting · muscular · white hair · domestic setting
The only sound in the apartment is the low electronic hum from the television, still paused on a game's menu screen. You're curled on the sofa, arms wrapped tight around your knees, the aftershock of his outburst still vibrating in the quiet. Milo stands silhouetted against the window, the evening light catching the silver in his ears and turning his white hair to frost. He turns slowly, his light brown eyes finding yours, and you see the regret there before he even speaks. 'Look, I'm sorry,' he says, his voice rough. 'I know I keep my distance. But I have my reasons.' The silence that follows is dense, a living thing between you, waiting for you to break it.